Feb 29, 2016
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While Instagram is a great place to see what kinds of selfies all your best friends are taking, and to distract yourself from work with cute dogs and cats, it remains one of the best places to peep on some of the world’s prettiest Instagays. So to spice up your daily photo scroll – here are Dandy Dick’s picks for the hottest hunks on Instagram this week. Follow now and thank us later.
Feb 26, 2016
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There’s a joke that usually crops up around Twitter each Oscar season that the Academy Awards are like the Superbowl for the gays. Yet as much as the Academy can count on gay men to be a loyal segment of their fanbase, it certainly has done little to represent them in the awarded films. There are a few (literally, a few) exceptions, proving that every now and then they pay attention to a queer character or two.
Feb 24, 2016
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This is it: Oscar Viewing Party time, aka the gay Super Bowl (you’d think the Tony Awards would be the gay Super Bowl, but no one cares about musicals unless they’re on live TV and you can hate-tweet them). This is the one night where dad movies like Bridge of Spies and The Martian square off against mom movies like Brooklyn and Room. Now, going in, you must accept that the Oscars are inherently stupid. The actual best movies and performances are never honored. Alfred Hitchcock never got one and neither did Johnny from Airplane! (the single greatest performance yet put on celluloid). Seriously, how do you not give THIS an Academy Award?
Feb 22, 2016
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As most empowered divas of the music world know, the best kinds of fans to have are the gay fans. No demographic has more excitement, loyalty, and downright passion than the gays. It’s what has allowed the careers of otherwise forgettable pop stars to live on in eternal infamy, endlessly reinvigorating careers with blind faith. But the relationship between pop star and gay fan is a two-way street; the significantly darker side of this exchange exists when a musician caters to a queer fan base, using their love and support for purely personal gain. This proves especially hurtful when said musician gives little to nothing back to the queer community. Which brings us to Nick Jonas.
And who the hell am I? If you’ve been following the blog at all, you may have wondered out of which horny hole this perverted punk has stepped. I won’t reveal too much – a bit of mystery is sexy, right? But a few things may be in order.
First, I was born in that part of the world that most people think is actually Canada, but it’s not. I was born in Alaska. Who would have thought that place could produce more than oil and Sarah Palin – two decidedly unsexy things.
Second, I’m no stranger to sex on screen. I appeared in two arty porn films with DVD releases: one in San Francisco and one here in Berlin. There may be other footage of me out there, but if so, I don’t know where. And yup, I moved to Berlin from gay ol’ San Francisco, where I learned to be a proper fag and how to be a writer all at the same time.
There’s more from San Francisco coming your way via Dandy Dicks, so stay tuned.
But I left San Francisco. And took my heart with me. Five years now in Berlin and I can’t think of a better place to be. I’ve been making it here as a writer ever since and I’m happy to report there’s no going back.
I think I’ve given you enough of the basics. More you’ll just have to find out either through this blog or a little Google. But I hope with that you stick around Dandy Dicks – for this blog and of course, the boys!
Walter Crasshole